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A Totally Frickin Rad book trailer I can't stop watching

6/30/2016

GO TO: http://www.carolmckibben.com/snow-blood-a-vampire-mystery-thriller---season-3.html FOR an EXCERPT

So I love this trailer. Maybe it's because it's my mom's book. Maybe it's because I was involved. But mostly because I just think it's awesome...

Wasn't that awesome!! It was awesome.

Congratulations to Carol McKibben on her latest book launch!!

Return to the paranormal world of Brogio, the First Vampire….

Snow Blood, Kindred dog of Brogio, the first Vampire, has faced dangers and intrigues alongside his Master – defeating the threats that assault them time and time again.

Now, another evil looms, one more powerful and daunting than any they have known before. This time, the threat may separate him from all he loves… forever. While fighting for the existence he has grown to love, Snow Blood is challenged to prevent a plan to enslave his family and the entire vampire nation.

As Snow Blood’s pack struggles to uncover a mysterious disappearance, a hidden truth about Kane, Brogio’s eldest blood son, is revealed. Now only Kane is able to prevent their impending fate and reunite them all.

Enter the fantastical world of Snow Blood!

Links...in case your interested in more:

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The consequences of having an artist's soul

6/23/2016

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People told me I had an artist's soul. I never knew what that meant until recently. Hence the picture of Elektel Delusion above.

When people said they couldn't do something that didn't resonate with them, I got it. You can't make someone do anything. Put a gun to an artist's head and they're more likely to say kill me, than make whatever it is you want them to create.

But the artist's soul thing? Well, now I truly get it...

I've always been a creative but I've been able to create whatever I wanted. When I started ghostwriting, I chose projects based on what I'd like to write.

But I've come to an impasse.

I can no longer write for other people. I can write for readers. I can write the stories that I want my name on. But I can no longer inspire myself to write for other writers that want to take my words and use them as their own.

Ghost writing is different from editing and I still am excited to edit. Especially if they are my author. But I can see that being troublesome to do as a job for money as well. Here's the kicker...I still have projects to finish for clients. I'm in the middle of a paranormal romance and a contemporary romance. But I just can't do it. Not by myself. So I've decided, to get these projects out to my clients on time, I have to contract the rest of the stories out.

I'll edit them to my voice and give them to my clients. But as for ghostwriting myself...I'm done.

After 2 years I'm simply unable, not unwilling, to ghost write. I have an artists soul. I can no longer create things that don't interest me. Maybe I'm fickle. Perhaps I'm thinking about this in the wrong way. But I never want to sit down for 7 hours day after day and try to eek out a paragraph.

This is not simply writer's block.

When I go to write Seducing Sensei, reams of words come out. I go back to writing for others and my "ink" dries up. I write my outline for the next story and my pen overfloweth. I go back to write for others and...nada. I write for a blog post or newsletter and the Iliad is completed with 45 minutes. I go back to ghostwriting and I can't even eek out a word count of 1K.

My artist's soul refuses to work for others.

And now an interlude inside my head...If you substitute "writing" in place of "women" and "they" below, this is what I'm thinking.

I don't understand writing.

Nor do I. But writing understands us.

Maybe not you.

So in my quest to understand writing I've come across this annoying problem. I'd rather write the whole day through, and yet, I can only do it for my stories. The ones I want to give to you. Sorry evangalmarketers, I'm not going to cut the mustard for your kindle-gold-rush suggestions of writing in a niche for the diet section of ebooks.

I write my stories for me and I hope to god that my readers like them. Because I'm screwed if they don't. But at least I'm authentic!

Until next week!
XOXO ~ Stephy

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Seducing Sensei Update

6/16/2016

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Still chugging along with Seducing Sensei. I've got about 60 panels out of the 90 or so expected. We've gotten very perverted after panel 40...it's awesome. But I thought I'd have the first draft finished by June and we've gone over the deadline. Partially from other work--wait, no, because of other work and responsibilities. But I've given you another teaser so I can be inspired to complete this story...

I'm starting the illustrations from the last blog teaser here. But the excerpt is part of the book that is further down the story line. (Please understand this is a first draft and you may find grammar errors. I'll be having this edited by a professional and certain passages may change when released.) Enjoy!

Excerpt

Thank god. I was given time to recuperate.

“You’re a damn animal.” Scott pointed at me, but glared at his friend. “Look, you’re scaring the crap out of him.”

“Oh bullshit.” Itsuma spit. “You saw him the other day. Stop projecting.”

“Itsuma!” Now that I had half my wits about me I could say what I wanted.

“What?” Itsuma crossed his arms and looked at me.

“If you do this, are you willing to face the consequences?” Crap. That didn’t come out right. “I want to help you.”

My Prince raked lascivious eyes up and down my body. “I bet you do.” His eyes landed on my middle and he smirked.

I looked down. Holy shit. My cock was hanging out and waving a stiff salute. I quickly buried my eager weasel back into my jeans. The kid would have me undressed in a nanosecond if he hadn’t stopped. I couldn’t really say I resisted all that much.

“No, I mean, what you do for fun…it’s dangerous.”

“So you think this is a gag?” Itsuma puffed out his chest.

Scott’s eyes widened. “Mr. Reis, we don’t do that. I mean you’re the first.”

The first to pin down and give a blow-job? My heart went pitter-patter. So I was the only one they’d teased. Good.

Itsuma’s face filled my vision. “You don’t take me seriously at all, do you?”

I narrowed my eyes. “A little hard to when all you do is play games.”

“Only because you’re a snob.”

“Excuse me?” I might be privileged, but I worked hard. How he could rile me up was annoying.

“You wouldn’t lower yourself for someone like Scott, right?”

“He’s a student,” I said. “So are you.”

Itsuma leaned a hand on the pillar behind me, blocking my escape. “Just so you know, we’ve already talked about it.”

“We?” Talked about what?

“Scott and I,” Itsuma said. “We know the consequences. But we want you, so we don’t care.”

What’s with the ‘we’? Made sense though. Itsuma was the talkative one. Scott was more like the quiet mastermind type. I was just trying to figure out where all this was going.

Until next week! Happy reading!
XOXO ~ Stephy

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The Little Blog Post That Wasn't

6/9/2016

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Today, I am not here. I'm in Texas, enjoying the company of my writer friends, drinking mai-tai's and trying not to drown in the pool from being inebriated. However I do have a blog you should read. It's called "Precious Moments" by Carol McKibben and I think you'll like it! Anyway...I'll see you next week! No "read more" here.

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